Gutter

Same city Whitey hail from Same town that the strangler stole the air from I was raised Irish catholic Never talk about your feelings Tell them you're fantastic Around here you're either savage or you're plastic Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick They all been living a lie Because they worship the wealth More than they do their false god I don't talk too much I been living in the basement Tryna make a statement I been writing all night Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight So when I say I fucking hate myself And when I say I lost my sanity Just know that's not my full capacity Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose What a cluster fuck I'm fucking up They telling me to lighten up Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing Playing in the rain, man I'm fucked up mane Grew up too fast, tryna make it last But it ain't coming back Still an outcast, still an asshole Tryna get past no payroll See I wouldn't give a fuck if I had a surplus Intuition in my gut so I keep my mouth shut I don't say shit unless it's about the fucking music Homosapien equipped with the wit so I use it Feel your flesh breaking open And your knuckles start turning white You been holding on for too long Sleep all day, wide awake at night Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose Not a material man I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove Well I got nothing to lose